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“We’re friends now, yes?” So said Joe on our second meeting. An impromptu dinner invitation, a shy smile and sincerity: this is Vanuatu. The Ni-Vanuatu do not speak the language Continue reading
“We’re friends now, yes?” So said Joe on our second meeting. An impromptu dinner invitation, a shy smile and sincerity: this is Vanuatu. The Ni-Vanuatu do not speak the language Continue reading
Travelers and the tourism community can change the lives of women across the world by calling for and adopting sustainable tourism practices, says Planeterra’s Megan Epler Wood pre-International Women’s Day Continue reading
Marcel Proust once wrote that there is nothing more persistent and vital than smell and taste to “remain poised for a long time, like souls, ready to remind us” of Continue reading
The dangers of traveling without Facebook (or: a letter to a friend lost to a different latitude). You directed the shot and we faced opposite ways, our arms linked. The Continue reading
The flat of her foot is exposed, toes clinching to the thong of a plastic slipper. Were it not for this I would have thought the painting Parisian, but here, Continue reading
*Bulldust is fine, talc-like dirt that covers the surfaces of many roads in the Australian Outback, making them look deceptively smooth, hiding washouts and large holes. Glenn Richards c/- Augie Continue reading
It happened in an instant: at first and then over again, when, as the sun set on a herd of elephants, or with the clean stink of the ocean on Continue reading
As attempts to dismantle or at least pause (under the subtle auspices of ‘cleaning’) Occupy movements across the country, a sandal-clad New York immigrant commemorated her 125th birthday.
“There is a crack,” sings Leonard Cohen, “in everything, that’s how the light gets in”. And here along the San Andreas Fault, after two felt temblors, after Turkey, the sun Continue reading
It started with a book. And though its pages are now yellowing and spotted with mould, the red cliffs and rolling hills within are as vivid now as they were Continue reading
“I have always loved the desert,” says a lost traveller in Antoine de Saint Exupery’s The Little Prince. “One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet Continue reading
As the sun breaks all Jesus-like over the Rooster Stage, and some beautiful song I resign myself to scribble on my hand, source online, and buy from the first record Continue reading